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Pen was puzzled.
The room was completely empty. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
As soon as the quiet girl had stepped forward and picked the small, silver lock in record time - Pen would have to watch that one - she had surged ahead with the others, eager to see what valuable items lay beyond it. However, the walls were a blank, unappealing white and there were no windows nor furniture to soften its edges. It seemed to have no visible purpose, other than disappointing the viewers who had been tempted to open the door. She ran a hand through her blonde ponytail, frowning.
"T-there's nothing there" she blurted out.
She strode around the perimeter of the room - thoroughly confused by this peculiar mystery - but the room, itself, remained unreadable. She traced her fingers across one of the wall, which was smooth and smelled of fresh paint and chemicals. She inhaled, taking a deep breath, but she still couldn't distinguish what the weird chemical stench was. Nothing she recognised from her chemistry class. How odd.
Irritated at this infuriating enigma, she shoved her hands on her pockets and marched out the room.
"Probably just some storage lab for the fossils, that they took out to show us. You know how enthusiastic those lab-rats are," she muttered, back in the corridor, kicking the wall with her shoe. She could feel the early buzz of a headache shooting through her forehead and she rubbed her palm across it, drained of the enthusiasm she had felt pulsing through her body earlier.
"I say we had back downstairs - there's hardly going to be anything interesting up here" Pen said, turning her blue-eyed gaze back to the others in her group, shrugging, "Who's with me?"
Dr Goode nodded, pleased, as Pilot recited the correct answer in a low monotone. Perfect, simply perfect. He watched, only half paying attention, as some other scientists - including Wesley - bustled around the subject, following the usual routine; drink, attaching monitors, drawing samples...
Goode observed silently. This was always the favourite part of his dull month.
When they had finished, Pilot stood, waiting, just as he had been trained to.
Goode rubbed his chin, thoughtfully. Was he ready? Everyone else seemed to think so. And Dr Goode, himself, didn't think he could wait any longer. If it was unsuccessful, he could just create another, he supposed.
"We're going to try something different, this time," he finally said, choosing his words carefully, "Follow me."
Dr Goode strode out the room, not looking back but expecting Pilot to follow anyway. His lab coat billowed out behind him, as he marched down the dimly lit hallway. This end of the building was less populated by figures clad in white, and the windows and lights grew fewer and fewer as they progressed through. Eventually, Dr Goode halted outside a closed door towards the end of the corridor, which had only the words 'Test #100' proclaimed upon it. It certainly didn't look much.
"Now this is a little different from your usual exercises, Pilot," Dr Goode said, grinning, "But we think you're ready. Do not disappoint me."
He reached forward and, retrieving a silver key from the depths of his lab coat, he thrust it into the lock, turning it so a click sounded. He pushed it open barely a centimetre but through that tiny gap,it became apparent what lay behind it. A feral snarling sounded, coupled with an awful dog smell. Peering closer, a dark grey wolf was visible, prowling the far shadowed end of the small room, clearly agitated and filthy, from days of a lack of water and food. It turned its narrowing eyes to the sound of the opening door and stalked closer.
"In you go, then" Dr Goode instructed.
The room was completely empty. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
As soon as the quiet girl had stepped forward and picked the small, silver lock in record time - Pen would have to watch that one - she had surged ahead with the others, eager to see what valuable items lay beyond it. However, the walls were a blank, unappealing white and there were no windows nor furniture to soften its edges. It seemed to have no visible purpose, other than disappointing the viewers who had been tempted to open the door. She ran a hand through her blonde ponytail, frowning.
"T-there's nothing there" she blurted out.
She strode around the perimeter of the room - thoroughly confused by this peculiar mystery - but the room, itself, remained unreadable. She traced her fingers across one of the wall, which was smooth and smelled of fresh paint and chemicals. She inhaled, taking a deep breath, but she still couldn't distinguish what the weird chemical stench was. Nothing she recognised from her chemistry class. How odd.
Irritated at this infuriating enigma, she shoved her hands on her pockets and marched out the room.
"Probably just some storage lab for the fossils, that they took out to show us. You know how enthusiastic those lab-rats are," she muttered, back in the corridor, kicking the wall with her shoe. She could feel the early buzz of a headache shooting through her forehead and she rubbed her palm across it, drained of the enthusiasm she had felt pulsing through her body earlier.
"I say we had back downstairs - there's hardly going to be anything interesting up here" Pen said, turning her blue-eyed gaze back to the others in her group, shrugging, "Who's with me?"
Dr Goode nodded, pleased, as Pilot recited the correct answer in a low monotone. Perfect, simply perfect. He watched, only half paying attention, as some other scientists - including Wesley - bustled around the subject, following the usual routine; drink, attaching monitors, drawing samples...
Goode observed silently. This was always the favourite part of his dull month.
When they had finished, Pilot stood, waiting, just as he had been trained to.
Goode rubbed his chin, thoughtfully. Was he ready? Everyone else seemed to think so. And Dr Goode, himself, didn't think he could wait any longer. If it was unsuccessful, he could just create another, he supposed.
"We're going to try something different, this time," he finally said, choosing his words carefully, "Follow me."
Dr Goode strode out the room, not looking back but expecting Pilot to follow anyway. His lab coat billowed out behind him, as he marched down the dimly lit hallway. This end of the building was less populated by figures clad in white, and the windows and lights grew fewer and fewer as they progressed through. Eventually, Dr Goode halted outside a closed door towards the end of the corridor, which had only the words 'Test #100' proclaimed upon it. It certainly didn't look much.
"Now this is a little different from your usual exercises, Pilot," Dr Goode said, grinning, "But we think you're ready. Do not disappoint me."
He reached forward and, retrieving a silver key from the depths of his lab coat, he thrust it into the lock, turning it so a click sounded. He pushed it open barely a centimetre but through that tiny gap,it became apparent what lay behind it. A feral snarling sounded, coupled with an awful dog smell. Peering closer, a dark grey wolf was visible, prowling the far shadowed end of the small room, clearly agitated and filthy, from days of a lack of water and food. It turned its narrowing eyes to the sound of the opening door and stalked closer.
"In you go, then" Dr Goode instructed.
I've edited my CS, metronome.
As soon as the reserved have posted their CSs, and the others have been edited/finished, we can get this show on the road!
As soon as the reserved have posted their CSs, and the others have been edited/finished, we can get this show on the road!
Scoundrel said
I'm guessing Danny and Prof. Douglas has this Professor X view towards mutants and humans. Perhaps they might be having some dynamics in the future?
I agree!
Perhaps Danny's been on her secure website 'FreeGenes'...
Metronome said
Would anyone like to have any sort of attachments to either Isaiah (pre-assassination) or 32?Like maybe they were friends with Isaiah at one point, or worked with him on one of his project.Or maybe someone they know has been killed by 32.
I think I could incorporate this into my own CS...
Perhaps they knew each other as teenagers (e.g. she helped him through his mother's death and he helped her when she was struggling to deal with being a mutant) but argued over the fact that Izzy wanted to actively fight for mutant rights whilst Angela only wanted to passively support the cause (even though Angela was the one with the mutant ability), before Angela then moved away to University. This could be explanation for why 32's appearance would unnerve her - not only would it be a dead past friend, but someone who could potentially give away her mutant secret.
I will wait for your ideas before editing my CS, in case this was not the sort of thing you had in mind.
@Sheffield, So good, so far...
@Scoundrel, Accepted
@Cloudy Nights, Good...but I would like a little more detail on his abilities, e.g. what is the range of his telepathy? What are the limitations? Can he communicate through thought or is it a 'one way system' (he can read their minds, but can't send anything back), etc
@RockKilljoy, Accepted
Yes
Okay - I will reserve you a place.
Yes - as soon as everyone has submitted their CSs and edited any relevant details! But don't worry; I won't wait forever. If the reserved people don't sign up/edit CSs, I will give them a warning before just ploughing on with the IC, anyway. It's unfair to keep people waiting too long.
Warning to anyone else considering signing up; there are no more spaces left!
I originally only planned to have ten characters, but considering I wasn't around to update the list of accepted characters, I feel it is only fair to accept the extra people (plus they all seem pretty good).
@Scoundrel, Accepted
@Cloudy Nights, Good...but I would like a little more detail on his abilities, e.g. what is the range of his telepathy? What are the limitations? Can he communicate through thought or is it a 'one way system' (he can read their minds, but can't send anything back), etc
@RockKilljoy, Accepted
DaDrummer676 said
Can I reserve a spot? I must warn you that I take my time when I make a CS, so it might be a while.
Yes
FiroIV said
Seems good enough of a premise. I'll be making a CS soon.
Okay - I will reserve you a place.
SaraRPs said
Is there gunna be a set time of starting the whole shebang?
Yes - as soon as everyone has submitted their CSs and edited any relevant details! But don't worry; I won't wait forever. If the reserved people don't sign up/edit CSs, I will give them a warning before just ploughing on with the IC, anyway. It's unfair to keep people waiting too long.
Warning to anyone else considering signing up; there are no more spaces left!
I originally only planned to have ten characters, but considering I wasn't around to update the list of accepted characters, I feel it is only fair to accept the extra people (plus they all seem pretty good).
Join, people!
Thank you! Join, people!
Dalyuk said
Oh yeah, question time! Are there/do you think any physical changes occur other than wolf-transformy-thingy, sharp nails/teeth, and golden eyes with the virus/disease?
No - not for the foreseeable future & visible signs of the virus are only apparent when they are 'flaring' (I think I've described what this is on an earlier post)
@Toxx, Accepted - great character
@Shard, Also accepted - and an equally great character. I'm sorry for the confusion that I understand Metronome has figured out with you.
@Metronome, you're already in, but for the sake of continuity; accepted!
@SaraRps, Accepted
The above CS's provide the level of detail I was looking for so anyone writing up their own CS should aim to match them. (That was a compliment for you guys!)
The initial setting will be a street rally, of mutants protesting for equality. Our various characters will be in the area - whether an active part of the protest or just curious to watch the action, anonymously - and government officials (or an equally as angered organisation) will descend. I figured we could take it from there, as the setting seems an appropriate place, where we could interact our characters.
Whereas I trust most players to develop the RP in the way they see fit, I may occasionally post a narrative IC post to advance the plot, e.g. to a different setting or time period. I feel it may end up more character driven, though.
But, of course, I am always open to ideas and if any of the accepted players feel they would like to propose their own ideas for the advancement of the plot, I will try to incorporate their ideas into the story. Hope this answers your questions.
I'm sorry to hear that! Thanks for telling me!
I will reserve you a space.
@Shard, Also accepted - and an equally great character. I'm sorry for the confusion that I understand Metronome has figured out with you.
@Metronome, you're already in, but for the sake of continuity; accepted!
@SaraRps, Accepted
The above CS's provide the level of detail I was looking for so anyone writing up their own CS should aim to match them. (That was a compliment for you guys!)
FiroIV said
Hello. A question with regards to the plot. How ill the story begin and how exactly will it move (plot wise). Also, will this be more sandbox/character based or is there an actual story to follow?
The initial setting will be a street rally, of mutants protesting for equality. Our various characters will be in the area - whether an active part of the protest or just curious to watch the action, anonymously - and government officials (or an equally as angered organisation) will descend. I figured we could take it from there, as the setting seems an appropriate place, where we could interact our characters.
Whereas I trust most players to develop the RP in the way they see fit, I may occasionally post a narrative IC post to advance the plot, e.g. to a different setting or time period. I feel it may end up more character driven, though.
But, of course, I am always open to ideas and if any of the accepted players feel they would like to propose their own ideas for the advancement of the plot, I will try to incorporate their ideas into the story. Hope this answers your questions.
Phloem said
Apologies, I'm gonna have to back out of this because of how much time college is eating up. Have fun, you guys. C:
I'm sorry to hear that! Thanks for telling me!
Sep said
WIll sort a sheet out later.
I will reserve you a space.
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